AN/ Okay so who likes this Bella's attitude? I love it.

Hopefully people start reading this,

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; that's all Stephanie Meyer.


Chapter 3 Hit Me With Your Best Shot

You come on with your come-ons, you don't fight fair
That's O.K., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot-Pat Benatar


Jacob called me that night and confirmed that there was nothing to do in Forks, so he invited me to the beach at La Push this Sunday. I agreed but told him I wouldn't be swimming or wearing a bathing suit, which earned a groan from him. What a fucking pervert.

While I was tearing apart boxes looking for a paper weight my mom had given me, Michael the manager of the town homes, called and asked if I wanted to come by and take a look at the unit available. I grabbed my keys while still on the phone with him and headed out the door.

When I arrived, Michael met me outside, and we walked to the door of a townhouse a few doors down from Rosalie. He opened the door. The staircase was just off the entrance, and there was a small, open living room and a kitchen that I could imagine making cookies for my students in. He was going over prices and some of the amenities when I stopped him.

"You don't have to sell me on this, I'll take it!" I smiled.

It was the right size and it felt homey even without furniture. All in all, it was perfect.

It's not that I didn't want to be around Charlie, I needed my own space. The thought of him dating irks me. What if he has an active sex life? I don't want to know about it, and I know he doesn't want to know about mine, or lack thereof. So before it inevitably happened, we should have our own spaces.

I told Charlie after dinner that I found a place.

"I'm literally going to be down the street," I informed him.

"I like having you close, knowing your safe," he sat back against the couch.

"Oh Chief, is Forks too dangerous? You should really get a hold of your town."

"Very funny Bells."

"I can take care of myself, this tough cop taught me a few things," I winked.

"I know, but it's my job to worry,"

"Worry if you must, I'll be just two minutes away."


I got up early Saturday; Charlie had already left to go fishing. I was moving all the boxes that I didn't need. After my third trip, Rosalie came out.

"I heard you were moving in. Colin is going to be so excited. He won't stop talking about you."

"He's so sweet."

"Want some help?" Rosalie picked up a box and followed me.

"I'm not going to say no but you don't have to."

How could I turn down free help?

"There's nothing better to do. Colin is with his dad this weekend," she shrugged.

"So still nothing to do around here?"

Maybe a girl's point of view would be different from Jacob's.

"Besides bars and beaches, nope."

"I hope helping me can fill your need for fun," I yelled over my shoulder.

We talked during our many trips back and forth. Rosalie was an interior designer and offered to help me find some new furniture. I had decided to splurge on a new bed, hopefully a big fluffy one. When we returned with the last of the boxes we were greeted by Hercules himself. He came up behind Rosalie and picked her up making her squeal.

"Emmett!" she tried to squirm away from him.

"I'm just playing baby," he leaned in and kissed her playfully on the neck making her cry in laughter.

"Sorry for my inconsiderate boyfriend," she elbowed him. "Bella, this is Emmett. Emmett, this is Bella."

He smiled at me. "I'm going to pick up the food, you should come over," he offered.

"I don't want to ruin your plans," I shook my head.

"You aren't," Rosalie assured.

"Yeah, plus Ed's stopping by," Emmett said to Rosalie.

"Don't worry baby, we won't bother you two," she patted his arm.

"Alright, well I'm going to go, and I'll be back minus the dirt," I joked.

I went back to Charlie's to make him something to eat when he got back. After I washed the sweat off I changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Fuck, I was boring but at least I was comfortable.

On my way over I thought about the fact that I probably shouldn't be doing this. It's not a good idea to become friends with the parents of one of my students. But I was already friends with Angela. Hmm... I should be fine as long as I separate the two. After I parked I rubbed my temples when I realized it sounded like an episode of Dr. Phil in my head.

"I've never even seen an episode," I muttered to myself.

Rosalie and I were sitting in the kitchen, drinking lemonade with raspberry vodka. Emmett bound threw the door with and absurd amount of bags.

"How many people will you be feeding?" I asked reluctantly.

"Just four, Emmett has a big appetite," Rosalie laughed,

"Obviously."

"Let's eat outside, it gets loud in here when they get into sports."

Emmett had already settled in front of the TV, I was on my way walking outside when I heard Emmett's voice greet someone. I stopped to listen, but Rose was right behind me urging me to go.

Getting to know Rose was great! She wasn't a typical mom and liked to have fun. Rosalie Hale seemed like someone I could enjoy being around.

When I walked in to use the bathroom, I heard Emmett and his friend talking. I wasn't eavesdropping, I just overheard their conversation. Okay, I was eavesdropping. So kill me.

"How's things with Lauren," Emmett asked. They sounded like gossiping women.

"Just the usual bullshit," he friend replied, obviously annoyed.

"Why do you put up with her shit?"

"Why do you think?" He sounded cocky.

"Is it really that good?" Emmett questioned.

"Oh man, you have no fucking idea how good she is," he kind of moaned.

"Be careful, you know Rose doesn't want to hear that shit."

"I don't give a fuck what Rose thinks."

Fucking douche bag.

"Not cool," Emmett warned.

"If I want to talk to my brother about how Lauren gives good head, I will," he tried to defend himself.

I had to see this piece of work, so I poked my head around the corner.

Son of a bitch! Stupid shiny car guy, at least now he had a name. Other than douche bag asshole and hottie, I should add. Most of the gorgeous ones are jerks...should have known.

His eyes met mine for half a second before I darted back behind the wall.

"Who else is here?" he asked.

"Rose and a new neighbor are on the patio."

"She drives that old piece of shit red truck?"

Oh it's on mother fucker. I bunched my fists.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked making me jump.

I briefly explained my little interaction with shiny car guy. She agreed he was an ass but had personal knowledge to back me up.

"He's not a bad guy, don't get me wrong. But he has some...let's call it personality defects."

I could definitely hang with this girl. We both stood with our ears pressed against the wall. Like we needed to hear it any better, they were in the next room.

"I met her," this Ed said. "Well not really, but she got all bitchy when I (a total stranger) didn't help her pick up some cans she dropped,"

I mouthed "asshole" to Rosalie.

"She seems nice enough to me," Emmett replied. Rosalie nodded.

"She must be bi-polar or some shit." he laughed.

"I can't listen to this, or I'm going to go off," I whispered to Rosalie

We went back outside where I continued to get pissed about that asshole. Rose calmed me down. She was a funny bitch.

It was getting late, and I had put off leaving long enough; I didn't want to walk through the living room. I was almost to the front door with Rose when Emmett yelled, "Come meet Edward!"

Son of a bitch! Rose gave him a bitch face. He looked at her, confused.

"Nice to meet you Edward," I offered my hand.

My job made it easy to fake enthusiasm.

He nodded, mumbled something and waved his hand; didn't even look up.

"I think I know you...yeah that's it. I'm the bi-polar bitch from the grocery store."

"What the fuck?" he stood up.

"Surely you must remember me?" I asked innocently.

"You know eavesdropping isn't an attractive quality," he shot back.

"Oh good, because I don't give a shit how you see me," I raised my voice.

I could see the vein in his forehead bulge. I'm not afraid of him. I don't know him; he could be capable of anything.

We stood glaring at each other before Rosalie shook my arm slightly.

"I think you should leave," she looked into my eyes. "Both of you," she turned to Ed or Edward, whatever you want to call him.

"Yeah, I have a date tomorrow," I nodded.

"Poor guy doesn't even know what he's in for," he sneered.

I wasn't having anymore of his shit; I felt a wave of hot spread across my face. I gripped my fingers together and swung as hard as I could.


AN/ Yay! Violence, hehe

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